Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim all rights and responsibilities for the characters in this audacious adventure... especially for the sneaky one. A nod of recognition is bent towards Rumiko Takahashi for her creative prowess.
Chapter 94: Constant
Kohaku was an attentive constant for which Sesshoumaru was privately grateful. Except when he would have been grateful for more privacy. He didn't protest, though. The boy had his own reasons.
He wasn't fussing or fretting or minding. He wasn't sheltering Sesshoumaru. He was taking shelter.
Trudging through terrain badly ravaged by grief and regret, Kohaku seemed to have decided that Sesshoumaru represented safe passage.
Which forced Sesshoumaru onto the path of subterfuge.
While the rest slept, he crept.
Silent as a moonbeam, he angled into the miko's room.
Sure as an assassin, he pressed a hand over her mouth.
Original Posting Date: July 30, 2019
Prompt: Pressed, suggested by Pili
Words: 100